What is your most favorite poem?  

yup, I like all of his writings too! here is one sample i like most from edgar allan poe's writings.
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ALONE
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1830)
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

my love for you

my love for you is unconditional
my love for you is real
my love for you is something
so incredible to feel

holding you on those summer nights
feeling your soft kiss with the sun
my love for you is something
that never once had to be won

I love you with the passing days
and with those we have not seen
you are the one in all my thoughts
in all my living dreams

you are the one whose hand is in mine
whose lips I can't ignore
you are my life, my world, my love
you're all that I adore

Think of me


Consider my feelings.
Though they may not mean much to you, now.
Give them some thought.

Think of me when all the world turns against you,
And your only friend is just a word away
From being your enemy.
Think then of my love.
Think of me when the cold years enclose you,
And keep you from being your own man.
Think then of my warmth.
Think of me when you are lied to and tried
For wrongs you didn't commit.
Think then of my faithfulness.
Think of me when the world turns ugly
By the hands of your fellow man.
Think then of my inner beauty.
Think of me when men kill to survive
In the world you so desperately need.
Think then of my morals.
Don't ban me from being a woman in love,
But stop me from letting you run into your world alone.
Make me a part of your world, to help you survive.
Don't just think of me,
Be with me.

Beautiful Poems... Thanks for posting it here! Maybe you're currently being so in-love? :)

Such a wonderful poem! I've already read this one before & I was very impressed by the way it written, sad to say the author of this poem is unknown. Thanks for responding!

love that poem!

i am really impressed with these lines..
the most beautiful lines according to me :

" If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. "

Your son is a good poet. It seems as it was written by a pro. Thanks for posting it here!

Thank you and I proudly thought so too but didn't know if that was just a mother's pride:)

lol! Really?

means you wanna again become a kid.. and have a desire to enjoy the school days... don't miss the opportunity whe your kid will give you..

Nice Poem, Do you also have lots of compilations? I have lots of poem that I originally written. Thanks for posting it here.

I love both sports & poetry... :p

Here it is! This was the first time I read this & this was a nice one...
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MENDING WALL
Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

Nice to know your from Davao, I'm from Bacolod. I think this poem was given to you by a loveone, isn't it? Thanks for posting it here!

This is very long poem, it's like a novel. But love it! :) Thanks for responding!

why?